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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 16, 2011 0:36:58 GMT
"God damn it, Harvey!" Olivia shouted, blinking away fresh tears. "Make it be about what you want! What you want matters! You deserve to be happy."
She winced as he removed her hands from his face. "I don't love him." she whispered fiercely, searching his face. "I love you. I love both sides of your face, I love your hair, I love all of your scars, your cologne, your hands...I swear it, Harvey. You are everything to me."
She squeezed his hand tightly. "It isn't too late. Harv...come on, we can fix this. We can at least give it a shot. I want nothing more than to marry you and to see your face as you hold our child for the first time. You...you complete me, Harvey. I don't want anybody else."
"Damn it, look at me!" Once again Olivia moved to stand in front of him though this time anger was back in her eyes. "Don't you give up this easily. Don't you fucking do it. Just give me a chance, Harvey. Please, just give me a chance. I know I made a mistake and I know I hurt you. I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am but you have to let me try. You have to let me make this up to you...to fix it."
She reached out to take his other hand and pressed it over her heart. "This beats for you, Harvey Dent. Don't you give up on us."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 17, 2011 21:11:03 GMT
He looked at her impassively. "No, It doesn't matter. And you're wrong, I don't deserve anything. You could spend an eternity trying to weigh up my angels against my demons, and I don't think you would ever find an answer. That's why we have this." He raised the coin to her.
Harvey couldn't bear to look at the pain in Olivia's eyes. For all the women who had come and gone from his life since Gilda had left him, Olivia was the only person who he had thought he could rebuild a life with; who loved him enough to forgive the horrors of which he was capable and to look forwards instead, believing he could once again be the man who had been a light in the city's darkness.
When he thought of what Two-Face had nearly done to her, he realised what she had said in her anger was true - he wasn't safe to love someone like her. He destroyed all the light and life that came near him. And that, beyond even the dark side of his coin, was why he had to end it.
"Sweetheart, please. It's not just Bruce. That on its own I don't think I could ever get over, but it's for your own sake. You have so much light, so much fire. You see good in everything, but there's no good left in me. Who knows what he would have done to you if I hadn't been able to regain control? Beat you? Raped you? Even killed you. He's killed women before. He's evil, Olivia, and I can't put you in fear of him - of me - any longer. You only need to see the whip marks on Joker's back to see what he's capable of even with the man he loves."
His hand trembled against her heart. "I'm not giving up, my love. I'm setting you free of us."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 17, 2011 22:36:45 GMT
Olivia yanked her hands away from Harvey and slapped him across the face with every remaining ounce of her strength. "Don't you 'sweetheart' me." she hissed, eyes blazing. "I can't believe you, Harvey Dent. I really can't. First of all, you don't think you could ever get over it? Are you really that sad, Dent? If you have forgotten, I've forgiven you for a lot. I forgave you for sending hundreds of volts of electricity through my body, kidnapping me, slapping me, trying to strangle me and for sleeping with a sociopathic clown. Don't even start to argue that it wasn't you who fucked Joker because it's the same damn body. Not to mention those two women Two-Face is so fond of."
She shoved his chest, jaw clenched. "I'm not asking you to forgive me this second, Dent, all I want is a fucking chance. I'm willing to work through the mistakes I've made and I'm just asking you to let me. We both have our problems that need to be sorted out and if I'm willing, you damn well better be willing too."
"Setting me free?" Olivia asked shrilly. "Really, Harvey? I'm not a fucking bird, I'm your girlfriend. I'm the one who rubs your feet and ties your ties and loves you with every fiber of my being, not some...pet. You just don't want to admit you're giving up. You don't want to admit that you're too fucking scared to make a decision without that godforsaken coin. I've told you time and time again that you can be yourself with me yet you still rely on that piece of shit. Its so frustrating."
Breathing heavily, Olivia ran her hands through her hair. "If you really want to just give up on us then say it. Don't pussyfoot around the issue and tell me that you're protecting me. If you really wanted to protect me then you would go get counseling for your psychotic other personality. He is the problem I have with you. I don't even really mind his personality when he's not trying to beat me to death with a whip. What I do mind is that neither of you are willing to address the problem. So fuck both of you. I just...damn it."
Olivia turned to face the window, shaking with rage and grief.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 19, 2011 21:37:28 GMT
Harvey gazed at her in silence for a long moment before he slowly raised a hand to his cheek. "you did," he said finally. "But you knew who I was. I never told you I was a good man, Ollie. I haven't claimed that for years."
He did not give way as she pressed her hands against him. "Then why him? I know I'm not easy to live with, to say nothing of Two-Face. I'd hardly blame you for looking elsewhere for comfort, but out of all the millions of men in this city, why Bruce? The closest friend I've ever had. The only person who means anything near as much to me as you do."
His eyes narrowed as anger built in him again. "How could you have done that, knowing that what the two of you were doing would rip me apart?"
Harvey stood his ground as Olivia turned her back, although half of him screamed to step forwards and catch her in his arms and never let her go. "It's too late, Olivia. This has to end. You have to go." His voice took on a biting tone. "Go to Bruce. I'm sure he'll welcome you quite literally with open arms."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 19, 2011 21:54:41 GMT
"So this is my fault?" Olivia shouted, voice shrill. "What a bullshit excuse, Dent. You can't just say I should have known better because that's just pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Own up for what you have done. You've brought so much of this on yourself by just being a stubborn cock-sucking asshole."
"Why Bruce?" She spat, eyes blazing. "Maybe because he treats me right. I can be myself with him without being afraid of having the shit beaten out of me. Oh wait, I'm sorry, that's my fault. How silly of me to forget that I've brought this fucking domestic abuse on myself. I forget that I bring every shitty thing that happens to me on myself."
She rounded on him once more, face twisted in anger. "Fuck. You. I tried to apologize but you've just thrown it back in my face. You're a real shit, you know that? If you don't face up to the fact that you are a fucking lunatic then you will die alone. Oh wait, no you won't, you have your other personality to keep you company."
Olivia brushed past him and began walking out of the room. "When you're feeling sorry for yourself later you better not fucking forget that I tried to fix this. Go choke on Joker's dick, Dent."
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